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Eric Kelley became a coffee drinker only last July.
Eric Kelley became a coffee drinker only last July.
It should come as no news to anyone that people are crazy about their pets, and that such craziness often manifests itself in hilarious and adorable ways on the Internet. Keep in mind that in this context I intend the word “crazy” to be a good thing—an endearing quality all humans should exhibit when it […]
Best Of C-VILLE 2008: The GOOGLE MapYou named ’em, we mapped ’em!
Maybe I’ve been watching too much TV lately, but all those JC Penney commercials have me itching for some back-to-school basics. (Please keep in mind that I have not fallen into the JC Penney back-to-school marketing demographic for over 10 years.) Plus, a little fall shopping is good for the soul; it keeps you young […]
Imagine my surprise during my first Danish triathlon when, emerging from the ice-cold water, I passed naked butt after naked butt lined up in the transition area where you get ready for the bike part of the race.
Inspired by a comment in this year’s Best Of writeups (see “Best Frozen Treat”), we marched into time-honored Timberlake’s to partake of a pleasure so classic there’s practically a glow around it. We speak, friends, of the chocolate milkshake. Served in a heavy glass by been-there-forever waitresses, the shake is thick enough to stand up […]
Tomas Rahal, executive chef and part owner of Mas, is fond of saying, “You’re only as good as your last meal.”
When it was established that The Dell, the courts next to Ruffner Hall at UVA, won Best Place For Pick-Up Basketball, C-VILLE dispatched four staffers to the scene on a Wednesday evening in July to check it out. The four were wily veterans Brendan “Danny-Ainge-But-Taller” Fitzgerald, Will “Kevin McHale-But-Shorter” Goldsmith, Jayson “Jo Jo White” Whitehead […]
One of the best things about using drugs is how it broadens your cultural horizons. As C-VILLE’s Drug Correspondent, I feel proud to have purchased drugs in many far-flung, sketchy places from all sorts of wretched individuals. How can I forget the sticky paranoia of Mexican beaches, the murderous nights in San Francisco’s Tenderloin? Kokie’s, […]